No Heartbreaker Required by JoAnn Sky

Author:JoAnn Sky [Sky, JoAnn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Contemporary American Fiction; Two-Hour Romance Short Reads; Contemporary Women's Fiction; Literary Anthologies & Collections; Women's Humorous Fiction; U.S. Short Stories; Holiday Romance; Contemporary Romance Fiction; Small Town; Enemies to Lovers; Opposites Attract; Forced Proximity; Skiing; Playboy; Cowboy; Mountains; Hallmark; Romantic Comedy; Small Town Romance; Entangled; Bliss; Category-length romance, JoAnn Sky; Family; Heartfelt; Touching
Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC (Bliss)
Published: 2019-05-13T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

After a night of tossing and turning, Starr welcomed the beep of her phone alarm at six thirty the next morning. She dragged herself into the kitchen, turned on the coffeemaker, and sat across from it at the kitchen table watching the dark liquid trickle into the pot.

What the heck was she doing? It had started so simply: help Matt. The kid had been her neighbor and her student. He was in trouble and needed help. It was very straightforward. Until Spencer got involved. Of all people for Matt to pickpocket, why did it have to be Spencer? For a guy who professed to want no part of her new “project,” Spencer stuck to her like a goat head thorn and wouldn’t let go. He literally wouldn’t go home.

Where was he, anyway? Still sleeping or just avoiding her? Argh…why did she care?

Frustration boiled inside, a geyser ready to explode. She didn’t want Spencer’s help. Worse, she didn’t want the way her body went haywire every time he came near. Her senses on hyper-alert and her skin tingling, craving his touch. Longing for his arms to wrap around her. Muscular arms. Firm, big. Were other body parts just as big?

She shook her head. She needed to get Spencer on a plane and far away from here. Far away from her.

The coffee finished brewing, and she checked her watch. She should wake up JJ. No, let him sleep. He’d done a great job with the morning chores these past few days. Besides, she’d need something to occupy her time—and her mind—once he left for school and Starr was stuck with Spencer, assuming he was still bent on staying. She poured a large mug of coffee and sat back at the table, enjoying the view through the window of the bright, mango-orange sunrise.

Her phone rang. Who on earth is calling so early? She looked at the screen, and the sunrise suddenly soured.

“Robert,” she said drily, answering the phone. “It’s a bit early in the morning, don’t you think?”

“Come on, babe. I know you’re an early riser. You definitely got parts of me rising some mornings…”

Her stomach recoiled at the memory, one she wished she could erase. “What can I do for you?” she asked, refusing to take his bait.

Robert chuckled. “Just checking in. Have you made it out yet? You know, have you—”

“I know what you’re asking, and no, I haven’t.” She couldn’t even say the word—skied. The word stapled itself to her tongue, refusing to come out. “But I will. Soon.”

“You know those promos—”

“Aren’t the only thing I’m doing for MogulMania.”

“But right now, they’re the most important. We’d start small—interviews on a few blog sites. I can push back the feature in SkiLife for a few months.”

A magazine feature? Starr squeezed her coffee mug, imagining the stress ball she used during her sessions with Dr. Parnell.

“But you need to actually be back skiing. You can’t promote MogulMania products very effectively if the day you wore them you fell to pieces and never recovered.

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